Zhi Shouzhen's expression changed slightly. This is another ancient forbidden curse that has been lost for many years. It is said that immortals from outside the world will fall asleep after being hit by this curse.
Zhikarizhen immediately decided to refine the grass figurines directly and inherit the original spells. The Immobilization Curse and the Sleeping Curse alone were already top-notch forbidden spells that were rarely seen in a lifetime. He threw the old man away casually, and then
The patient lay trembling on the ground, like a mouse that encountered a cat, not daring to raise its head.
Xuan Mo's eyelids trembled slightly, as if there was a trace of struggling. However, the sleep spell was too magical. Even if Xuan Mo's demonic energy was strong, it would be difficult to resist this kind of magic that affects the soul. After a while, Xuan Mo's eyelids were completely closed.
On the top, his limbs relaxed and he snored slightly.
"Step forward and walk up to the straw man!" came the unmistakable voice of the old demon, and the neck collar made of demonic energy trembled with the voice.
"I don't want to go there to die!" Zhikarizhen pretended to be shocked and angry, turned his head, and quietly inspected the demonic collar. Apparently, the old demon had a wisp of demonic thoughts, which matched with the demonic collar, so that it could be used at any time.
Monitor your words and deeds anywhere.
"Then you die now!" Old Demon shouted sternly, and the demonic energy collar suddenly shrank inward.
Fuji stood in the distance, always looking at the white bones in the scarecrow's chest with fascination, indifferent to Shikari's predicament.
The demonic energy tightened around his neck. Zhikari Zhen groaned and gave up the idea of using Fuji. This weird Horcrux didn't care about his life or death at all. "Okay...I..." The demonic energy tightened Zhikari's breathing.
, there was a gurgling sound in the throat, and a face turned purple, as if blood was about to ooze.
"If you try any more tricks, I'll kill you!" Earth Demon warned sternly, and the demonic collar loosened little by little.
Zhikarizhen bent down, coughed violently for a while, and walked towards the scarecrow.
The scarecrow turned his head and looked at him. Zhikari hesitated for a moment, and the old demon urged impatiently: "Don't wait, just walk over!"
The demonic collar tightened again, and Zhikarizhen had to continue to approach. When the two sides were less than ten feet apart, the scarecrow suddenly turned his head and shouted at him. Zhikarizhen's back sank, and his legs became weak.
He was about to stumble and fall. He quickly shouted a few words to the straw man, which was the unique dialect of the Wu tribe.
The scarecrow was stunned for a while, then suddenly turned around as if struck by thunder, staring at Zikari Zhen.
As expected, the straw figurine can understand the words of the witch tribe. Zhikarizhen expressed his kindness to the scarecrow in the shaman dialect while approaching it.
Generally speaking, the grass figurine itself does not have any will. It is just a foreign object that is neither life nor death, neither virtual nor real, and is a tool for casting spells.
As the master of the shaman who has perfected the ritual technique of the forbidden terracotta warriors, his will is the will of the terracotta warriors. But when the shaman dies, the powerful soul will form an unwilling obsession that remains in the body of the terracotta warriors, and it will be in conflict with them.
Some incredible and mysterious changes occurred, causing the grass figurine to mutate, similar to an evil spirit that gave birth to its own will.
This kind of mutation is only briefly mentioned in the witchcraft classics and is not described in detail. After all, the number of witches who have perfected the ritual of the forbidden figurines is even less than the number of witch spirits, because the materials for the sacrifice are really hard to find. p>
Zhikarizhen can only find out the changes in the scarecrow through verbal testing. The straw figurine is integrated with the shaman's obsession, and if it wants to be refined, it must resolve its obsession.
The scarecrow stared straight at Shikari Makoto, without turning his head or paying attention to Xuan Mo, who was dozing next to him. The two looked at each other for a moment, and Shikari Makoto couldn't help but have an illusion, as if in those dark eye sockets,
His eyes are intelligent and agile, like a real living being.
Zhi Shou was really dumbfounded and continued to ask him in the dialect of the Wu tribe: "Are you a Wu tribe? Do you remember the past? Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"
The scarecrow looked at him for a long time without answering, but the straw on his body was undulating like waves blown by the strong wind.
The devil's energy collar was pressed against Zhikarima's neck, and the old demon shouted suspiciously: "What are you talking about to it?"
Zhikari explained in a panic: "There are inexplicable strange sounds everywhere in this wasteland. I imitated these strange sounds and shouted to it, and it seemed to have no hostility towards me."
The Old Demon was silent for a while, then scolded: "Don't play tricks on me! Now shut your mouth and attack the straw man!"
"That's like dying in vain!" Zhikarizhen's heart sank. As a result, it was difficult for him to communicate with the terracotta warriors. "I only have to talk nonsense to it, and it won't deal with me."
"Do you want to die in my hands more?" Old Demon said in a serious tone, "There are nearly a thousand demons coming to the vortex of the earth this time. You, a lowly yellow demon, do you really think that you are a rare commodity? I don't think so.
What can I do to you?"
There was a trace of violent murderous intention in the demonic collar, and Zhikari said hurriedly: "Okay, I listen to you, don't mess around! I will attack the straw man immediately! Sir, please allow me to test it first!" He squatted down
He lowered his body, looked around hurriedly, grabbed a piece of loess with his hand, aimed at the scarecrow, and prepared to throw it at it.
"Don't speak!" Old Demon threatened again, "No matter what sound you make, I will kill you immediately!"
"Pa!" The clod of soil flew out and drew a curved arc in the air. It missed the scarecrow standing at the east end. Instead, it deviated far away from the direction and landed in the north corner of the deserted field.
Zhikarizhen quickly grabbed a clod of soil and threw it at the scarecrow. This time he deflected the direction and hit the south side of the barren field.
The scarecrow turned his head, scanning the north and south sides where the mud fell, as if he was deep in thought.
"What are you doing!" Old Demon roared.
"What the hell! I'm clearly aiming at the straw man, why do I always miss it?" Zhikarizhen screamed with a look of fear. Before the demon could attack, he panicked and grabbed a piece of gravel, raised his arm back,
As if he was about to throw it away with all his strength, the clod of soil slipped from his hand and was thrown behind him, landing on the west side of the deserted field.
This time, the old demon did not have an attack. Instead, he secretly thought that the yellow demon might have been affected by the straw man's demonic thoughts, causing him to lose control of his movements. However, his demonic thoughts were attached to Zhikarima, and he did not feel any mental attacks.
Is it possible that the straw man is good at an invisible, soundless and colorless magical power? Otherwise, how could that mysterious demon with a fair level of cultivation fall asleep inexplicably?
If he wants to seize the bones, he must face the strange magic power of the straw man.
Zhikari seemed to have inspired his demonic nature. He picked up a piece of dry mud and threw it at the scarecrow wildly again. "Bah!" The piece of mud hit the scarecrow's right shoulder, and the mud crumbs splashed away.
"I hit it! Hahahaha, I hit it this time, I hit it!" Zikari danced excitedly, his arms pointing intentionally or unintentionally to the four directions where the mud fell - east, south,
West, North.
"When the soul comes back, we can't stop in the north.
The soul has returned, and the south cannot stop.
The soul has returned, and the West cannot stop.
When the soul comes back, the East cannot stop."
Zhi Shou waved his arms like crazy and silently recited in his heart, "When the soul comes back, why are there four directions?"
This is the supreme power of the Wu clan in ancient times. The chief priest of the ancestral court at that time, Qu Lingjun, created the eternal sacrificial chapter - Soul Calling.
At the beginning of the soul-calling ceremony, the priest will throw the soil from the ancestral home of the witch clan to the east, south, west and north to summon the wandering souls of the witch clan to return to their hometown.
"Calling the soul!" The scarecrow looked at Zhikarizhen steadily, and suddenly let out a hoarse shout.